Glamorous

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Glamorous 

First Class and Alex Shade 

We flying the first class 

Up in the sky 

Poppin' champagne 

Livin' the life 

In the fast lane 

And I wont change 

By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy 

The glamorous, 

The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) 

By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy 

Chester threw his head up as Steve finished tightening his cinch for the last time. The well-bred chestnut son of Passionate Class was looking to make his first start the very first week of January. There was little question if he was ready, he took to the gates like a champ and ran like any well-experienced two year old.

Chester let out a squeal and flexed his muscles with excitement when he saw Alex come down the hall with Aaron at his side.

“So this is the infamous Passionate Class baby huh?” Aaron asked.

“This would be him,” Steve replied patting Chester’s hide which twitched with excitement.

Aaron smirked at him, looking at him from head on, the colt had beautiful confirmation from the front and the side. He was built to go the distance and by the looks of his pedigree, he was likely to do some serious damage on the track.

Chester eyed the redhead, little crescents of white could be seen in his eyes. He puffed out some air at her and turned his attention to Alex, who smiled at his mount. They’d been working with him all week and Alex had never felt more confident on him, this colt was going to enter the racing world with a splash. Chester had this presence about him, as if he demanded to be noticed, and he certainly had been noticed in the past few weeks.

Steve unclipped the rope in front of Chesters stall and led the colt out of his stall. He pranced with his front feet in excitement to get out of his stall. He totally looked like a two year old. Chester had the usual dinky long legs and scrawny-looking build.

“Totally a juvenile,” Aaron smirked at Steve. She hadn’t been there long but it appeared the two had hit it off well. Steve hadn’t been too excited about her coming in and taking over all of the sprinters but he’d warmed up pretty quickly to her. Although young, Aaron knew her stuff, and how to train horses.

Steve gave Alex a leg up and Chester sidestepped and hopped around the barn with excitement. It was rather odd because he was a pretty lazy horse when he was out on the track, yet he always seemed to put in bullet works, which brought in the question of how fast the colt really was.

Alex steered him out onto the track and picked up an easy trot and began to warm the colt up. Today happened to be one of those booger-freezing days, wisps of vapor rose from Alex and Chester’s noses. Chester shuddered underneath Alex, and it wasn’t because of the cold.

Once Chester was nice and warmed up Alex headed him towards the gate, which he loaded into like an absolute champ. Alex sat for a moment in the gate with Chester and braced himself for the colt to take off. When the gates opened Chester fired out, Alex pressed him to move out quicker with hopes that he wouldn’t slack off so early.

Chester surged over the turf and looked to be gaining even more ground with every stride he took. Alex watched the colts head bob up and down. His ears flicked back and forth, Chester had his attention split on Alex and everything else going on the track.

Chester’s body was nothing but a chestnut blur as he gobbled up the turf down the back stretch and into the final turn. However Alex could tell by Chester’s body language that he was slacking off, and a few simple clicks and a bit more rein solved that problem pretty quickly. They surged over the turf leaving nothing but little dips in the track to show they were indeed there.

The homestretch approached quickly and Alex could feel Chester’s momentum building, his body was nothing short of pure power beneath him. Simply a time bomb just waiting to go off.

As soon as the colt came off of the turn Alex shook the reins and cut him loose, waving the whip to encourage the colt to not go back to his lazy tendencies during workouts. The result was nothing short of smashing. Chester’s hooves sunk deep into the turf and he propelled himself faster and faster, and lengthened his stride.

He demanded to be noticed, his effortless stride that made him look as if it was the only gait he had. Chester flew past the wire with humongous, powerful strides. Alex pulled the colt up and they continued their run out at an easy jog.

There was one thing for sure, Chester was one classy colt and his foes were going to have to catch him if they wished to even get close to him come race day.